Berwick Hill

If I cant be with you tonight, g, I dedicate a fictional poem in your honour, always, at your service

Digital Hill. The eye-cameras

Snapping at fishes. The shark-

Cult led army, hating, whose top-

Who spins it all, unravelling?

And she is bottom, but, out there

Dancing atop…come to catch her

In nets of madness, fanatics bait “see there! Someone grinning!”

Blood taken, blood on the hill.

Emerge, the faerie in blue,

Casting spells, enchanting the

Digital Hill. Girl meets girl, hearts

Spill, girl and her faerie queen,

Dancing on the hill. Fanatic eyes,

Blood spills, faerie queen heals girl, speaks, “I’ve been casting

Spells on you, dear”, and girl says

“Twas unnecessary for I loved you anyway, I am yours eternal”

And, spoken, finally, spell taken,

A kiss ends all.